Beat down

Beat to the ground. 

Kicked while I'm down. 

That's how I feel. 

I can't work out what's best for me. 

I need time to think. 

But the place I think best.

Is with someone I can't be around. 

It's just how I work. 

I'm not sure why. 

I just wish I had someway,

To know what was right. 

Someone to tell me where to go. 

But no one can do that. 

I must work out it on my own. 

To bad. 

This heart and mind. 

Of mine. 

Are so battered and bruised.

That they can't differ between,

What's right and wrong.